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Ever feel stranded. Like there must be a Plague attached to you?
Left alone. Wrestling in the dark, getting dressed. No water to drink. No where to turn. So close to sanity, but its pulled out from under your feet. Take away my orange plastic bottle . Its filled with pills. Purple wonders. When I feel ill. Rescue me now. My world Is spinning. They’ve chained me to the walls Stripped of faith Why must you fail me now? The pills make the cuts on my wrist fade away the pills make the sun shine today in my head. They put me to bed. Wake up in the morning But im still alive
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